When I should be writing but I watch Steven Universe instead.

Review Replies(I'm just gonna reply to the ones from the one-shots cause it might be a little while till I update that):

Samantha: Yeeaaahhh... I'm not gonna start it till I get a basic plotline, though.

KRR: I locked Jay in the closet. Now he can't kill anyone. ^ ^ Anyway. Poor Kayson. Can't catch a break. As for Jake. GOOD RIDDANCE- I mean, poor guy. :( Eheheheheheheh...

Petal: Lol no treasure... Oh dear. :( I hope Ghost Queen gets better. I've seen longer. ;)

Angel: Jay pushed Jake down the stairs. Guess I don't need her. Heheh. She can continue beating up the Overlord now. ^ ^ Yeah, I hate it when good fanfics get ended. -_- So what would you call MorroXIndigo?

Leb: Aww, thanks. :) 800 pages? That's a lot. 0.o I'm homeschooled, so I rarely have to do essays. I actually had to do one this week, and I did it in about 20 minutes by talking about some stuff and then making the text bigger until it was long enough... it didn't count. lol. Hey, you can't blame me for wanting to finish it quickly so I could work on my fanfictions. Heh. That quote from Jay is awesome. ^ ^ I would rather have Garmadon be my teacher, because Wu's... I dunno. I just like Garmadon a lot more. ;) Thanks for the encouragement!

Nurse Medusa: Lloyd's funny. ;D That's true. Hmm... Yeah, I love writing hurt/comfort, but it's nice to write something less intense from time to time. And yeah, that request would be fun to write. ;)

Count Raptor: It wasn't math, it was something similar though. When I do math it bores me so much that I almost fall asleep. And my mom wonders why she sometimes finds me lying on the floor next to the computer... xD What does Requiem mean? And, as for After the Cursed Realm, I don't think that would fit because I'm planning to write a third book after this next one.

Energy: Wow, a lot of you guests are friends with Petal. xD I wonder what Morro was doing... ELEMENTAL VAMPIRE EEP

A Mayor of Ninjago City: Glad it made you laugh. ;D

I would answer the reviews that were actually for this, but I'm almost out of time. :c

Chapter 2

Morro watched Bansha silently until the door closed and she was out of sight. He sat against the wall for a few moments before her last words played through his mind again. "We can't let anyone find you." he wasn't very well hidden here. He should find a better place. Bracing his hands against the wall behind him, he carefully raised himself to his feet. Glancing around, he soon spotted a large box in a corner with a gap between it and the wall. He could hide there. Gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain in his leg, Morro limped slowly across the twenty-foot distance to the box, almost collapsing to the ground when he reached it. He carefully pushed himself into the small space and leaned against the wall. No one would find him here. Hopefully. Morro closed his eyes and concentrated as he tried to remember something – anything – about his past. The first image he saw was of that blond boy with the green eyes. He was in a dim room, a coil of bronze wrapped around his waist. He was struggling, and looked angry and scared. Of what? Morro didn't remember. His other memory of the boy was better. The boy was holding an apple in an outstretched hand in front of him, a soft smile on his face. He looked a bit nervous, but nowhere near as frightened as he had been in the first memory. And then there was that other man. In that image, he was watching Morro from about ten feet away, and seemed to be standing in an open gate. Who were they? And who was the girl? Morro turned to his last memory, an image of a girl with black hair and dark eyes in a grey room. She was shackled to the wall with black chains, and seemed to be right next to him. Her face was tearstained, but she was smiling. Was she "Indigo", maybe? He hadn't told Bansha about this because, in all honesty, he didn't entirely trust her. He was very grateful that she had helped him and brought him here to safety, but the other things she had done confused him. When he had first awoken, she looked ready to attack him. Once she learned he didn't remember anything, though, she had helped him instead. Had he been some sort of criminal? And why had she asked if he recognized the name "Indigo" if he wasn't supposed to know anyone by that name? That's why he hadn't told her about that memory. She seemed to be hiding something from him.

Morro opened his eyes and shivered at the cold temperature of the room. He started to pull his knees up to his chest, but hissed softly as a jolt of pain went through him and let his legs go limp. When was Bansha coming back? He felt like he had been alone for hours. His breathing quickened as the walls seemed to close in around him, and he scrambled out of his hiding place into a beam of light that shone from the lone window. Morro shuddered and stared at the floor. He felt cold and scared, and he didn't know why. He hated the fact that his mind was a blank slate. He hated the fact that Bansha was keeping secrets from him. He hated this place. He needed to get out. Stumbling to his feet, Morro ran across the room towards the window. His leg throbbed with pain at every step, but he ignored it. When he reached the window, he only hesitated a moment before smashing it with his fist. He climbed through and dropped the short distance to the ground outside, landing on his feet. A mistake. His injured leg crumpled as soon as he hit the ground, and he barely stifled a scream as he collapsed in a heap.

Morro let out a low moan and he pressed his hands against the stone ground to keep them from shaking. Why had he done that? Someone was going to find him. Still shaking, he looked around the alley he had fallen into. No one was nearby. Except... Morro looked up to his right to see a tiny orange shape hovering about fifteen feet in the air. What was that? It looked like some sort of fiery ghost. It floated closer and Morro saw that it was, indeed, a ghost. A... skreemer. That's what it was called. It was almost close enough for him to touch it now. Then it started floating away. Morro lifted one hand and reached towards the ghost. It stopped, turning back to him. Morro's eyes closed of their own accord and he forced them open. The pain in his leg was making it hard to think. The skreemer floated closer to him, then away, then looked back at him again. He needed to follow it. But he could barely walk...

Gingerly, Morro stretched out his injured leg, hissing at the pain. It was bruised and was bent slightly the wrong way, but it didn't look that bad. Definitely broken, though. What did you do with a broken bone? It took a few moments for him to remember. Morro glanced around the alley he lay in for a few moments before the fiery skreemer floated down to the ground above a metal rod. It was exactly what he needed. The skreemer was helping him? Huh. Morro reached over and took the rod, hesitantly nodding to the ghost in thanks. He set it next to his leg, and, after a few moments, ripped a strip of cloth from the already-tattered shirt he was wearing, tying it around his leg and attaching it to the rod. Ripping another strip off his shirt, he tied it around his leg farther down tightly. There. With his leg sufficiently splinted, he gingerly got to his feet, keeping most of his weight on his left leg. Carefully, he took a step forward. To his relief, the pain wasn't so bad now. Gaining confidence, Morro approached the flaming ghost, which floated a little farther away whenever he got close. He followed the ghost out of the alley and through the town, farther and farther away until the town was out of sight.

Forgotten

Bansha opened the door to the storeroom and was met with only silence. She had searched the entire base and part of the village, but, to her annoyance, she had found no sign of either Ghoultar or Wrayth. She had decided to check on Morro before looking for them further. Bansha floated into the room slowly, glancing back and forth for any sign of the master of wind.

"Morro?" she called quietly. No answer. Had he fallen asleep, maybe? She approached the back of the room where she's left him and looked around with a frown. Where did he go? She felt a breeze blow past her and turned. Maybe Morro had discovered his wind- her thought broke off and she hissed when she realized the window was broken. Floating over hurriedly, she examined the jagged window frame. The broken glass was on the outside, which meant the window had been smashed from the inside. Had Morro broken it? Why? Maybe someone had come in and seen him, and he had broken the window to escape. Bansha, after solidifying her less-maneuverable tail into legs, climbed through the window, avoiding the broken glass that still clung to the frame. She dropped to the ground outside and glanced back and forth in the alley. After a brief examination, she found a shred of dark green fabric speared on the point of one of the shards of glass. The exact color of Morro's clothing. He had been here, alright. But where had he gone? Straightening up, she felt a tinge of worry as she looked both ways down the alley again. Soul Archer would be upset to hear that Morro was missing. And besides, the wind master was injured. How had he run, anyway? When she left him, he could barely walk. Suddenly, a mark on the ground caught her eye and she looked closer. A faint trail of footprints ran along the dirt and dust that lay on the ground, and she knew immediately that they were Morro's, due to the right leg being all but dragged behind the other. There were no other footprints, though. But that didn't mean anything. Morro couldn't transform his legs into a tail due to his injury, but anyone pursuing him could easily. After a moment, Bansha turned and followed Morro's tracks out of the alley.

Forgotten

Morro followed the skreemer for hours, his injured leg throbbing with every step. He didn't know where it was leading him, but every time he stopped or fell behind it would wait for him, so he kept following it. He was in a forest now, and was limping down a gradual slope. It was easier to run now, since he could use the trees to help catch his balance, but his injured leg frequently caught on plants and sticks, making him trip. Just when he felt like if he ran another step he would collapse, he saw the skreemer stop in a small clearing ahead. He finally caught up to the ghost and found the flaming creature hovering over a wide pit in the ground. It was filled with some sort of dark substance that vibrated slightly. Morro eased himself to the ground next the the pit, staring at the... thing. Cautiously, he reached out and touched it. It burned him. With a hiss of pain, Morro yanked his hand back. What was that? A memory surfaced in his brain. Water. Water hurt ghosts. Shaking his hand off, Morro edged away from the pool. He looked up at the skreemer, which was watching him patiently. What did it want him to do? Suddenly, a crack resounded through the woods behind him, and he spun around to see a tall ghost hovering just inside the clearing. His clothes resembled Bansha's, but this ghost had a face like a skull and wielded a scythe. And it looked mad.

"MORRO!" the ghost bellowed, making Morro scramble backwards in fear. "You made great mistake in coming back to Cursed Realm! Now you PAY!" Morro got to his feet unsteadily as the ghost approached, turning and running for the cover of the trees. Unfortunately, his leg caught a branch and he tripped, falling to the mossy ground. The ghost swung his scythe towards him and Morro rolled out of the way just in time. The blade whizzed past him and he tried to get to his feet, but the handle of the scythe stuck him in the side of the head, sending him back to the ground as stars flashed in front of his eyes. So that's what Bansha meant about staying hidden, he thought as there was another crack to his head. Blackness encroached on his vision and he knew nothing more.

Forgotten

Ghoultar smirked proudly as Morro went limp on the ground. Good. Now Ghoultar could take him back to Soul Archer. Maybe Ghoultar would get a reward. As Ghoultar slid his scythe back into the sheath on his back, Ghoultar wondered how he was going to get Morro back to the base. He was, after all, unconscious. Maybe Ghoultar could drag him back. Reaching down, the scythe master grabbed Morro's leg and started to pull, but the smaller ghost jerked violently with a small cry of pain, ripping his leg out of Ghoultar's grip. It was only then that Ghoultar noticed the strange contraption attached to Morro's leg. It looked like he'd been hurt. That explains why he hadn't attacked. Ghoultar heard a rustle and turned around to see what it was. Maybe it was that fire spirit. Strange, it was gone now. But just as he thought that, the fire spirit floated out of the trees and, to Ghoultar's surprise, Bansha was right behind it. Her eyes widened at the sight of Morro on the ground, and she ran over to him, kneeling down next to him and shaking his arm gently. Ghoultar was confused. Why did Bansha care about Morro? After Bansha seemed satisfied that Morro was alright, she straightened up and glared at Ghoultar.

"What are you doing here?! I've been looking all over for you!" she demanded.

"Ghoultar was patrolling base and saw Morro running into woods." Ghoultar replied slowly. "Ghoultar found Morro here and fought him, and knocked him out." Bansha sighed deeply, turning back to Morro. Carefully, she ran her hand along his injured leg, pressing in various places. He jerked slightly and she frowned. "...should Ghoultar not fight Morro?" Ghoultar asked in confusion.

"He's lost his memory. He hardly remembers anything." Bansha replied. "No, you shouldn't fight him." Ghoultar stared into space for a few moments before her words sunk in.

"Morro doesn't remember ninja?" he asked in surprise.

"He remembers the green ninja, a little. But not his name or who he is. Morro didn't even know his own name when I found him." Bansha murmured, running a finger along the rod that was tied to Morro's leg. "Was someone chasing him?" she asked, turning back to Ghoultar, who shook his head.

"Ghoultar see no one. Morro was following fire spirit." Bansha nodded slowly.

"I followed the same spirit here. I believe it was trying to warn us of this." Bansha nodded towards the pit full of water. "I hope Morro didn't touch it." Gently, Bansha slid her hands underneath Morro, who moaned softly as she picked him up. "You can't tell anyone about him. Is that clear?" she shot a withering glance at Ghoultar. "And if you see Wrayth, tell him to find me. I need to talk to him."

"Ghoultar will do as you say." Ghoultar nodded.

"Good. Now follow me back to base." Bansha straightened up to her full height, which was a couple inches shorter than Ghoultar. "And inform Soul Archer about the water. I need to take care of Morro." Ghoultar nodded and followed her as she floated away into the woods.

Apparently no one told Morro you shouldn't run around with a broken leg. Or maybe they did and he just forgot. It's not unlikely.

Me: *writes a bunch of Forgotten* I should write some of those one-shot requests that are piling up.
Me: ...
Me: ...
Me: ...I can't remember any of them.
Me: *writes more of Forgotten*

So yeah, I have a bunch of it written on paper that I really need to type in. But I'm so busy with end-of-the-year school and christmas shopping for my 8 siblings plus the ninja, so... *cough* sorry I'm not updating as much as I used to. ;_;

~FFF